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Looking in the barrel of a 12 gage magnum |
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Who's that staring, have the trigger fingers squinting at me |
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Looking in the barrle of a 12 gage magnum |
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I ain't never done nobody no wrong but me |
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Looking at a milf, thinking about chills |
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Man I fuck her on mil' then I give her to shaquille |
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I go where the top lays looking at the chills |
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You gave a tour, probably looking at mil' |
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Look at my fur, no reciting, got killed |
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I even gave her a note to help me deal with a kill |
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19 chevy, let your milf for a mil'? |
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Looking in the barrel |
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Life on the edge, life on the ledge |
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Life through the lens, life on the neck |
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Life in the press, where there's a life, there's a death |
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Sometimes I let her really hit it, go reply to my friends |
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This life is a bitch, life is my ex |
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You're so overly obsessed by the size of my head |
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Told me I broke her heart and put a knife to my chest |
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I was real cold on the other side of the land |
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She meet at the deep and aspire all my fears |
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These? like there's tigers and? |
